Scott Nelson felt a tightening in his groin as he watched Brenda casually undress. When she pulled her sweater over her shoulders, her young tits bobbed freely on her chest. Shed been braless, and that in itself was exciting to the forty-eight-year-old man. Her tits were like ripe pears perched on her slender chest, firm and a luscious pink.
The elderly baron had two things I wanted. I was
When the bell finally sounded Susie Merton sighed with relief. She liked school and she was a good student, but it had been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch during English, and she had been squirming about in her seat all through History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her History teacher, always so proper and respectable in his blazer and flannels. Wednesday was the only day Susie had him for her last class, and it seemed to her that he always looked especially proper on those days. Catching his eye turned in her direction she smiled, only to see him flush and turn quickly away.
Frank rang the doorbell at exactly 8 PM. He was not a man that was late or unprepared for nearly any situation and pushing that bell was the culmination of two months of planning and preparation. While he waited for an answer his mind allowed a few extraneous bits of doubt to surface. Was there anything that he had overlooked? He was sure of himself, how about her? He was about to confront a woman he had never seen before but felt he knew intimately.
It was almost quitting time at Apex Advertising, but Josh Hardison was still hard at work. He could see the other employees raring to leave, but he was going to stay for a little while longer. He at least would not be the only one staying late.
My introduction to the love of another woman came on a
The HMMVW rolled to a stop before a farmhouse north of
Hunting. Its perhaps the oldest ritual known to man. So it was thousands of years ago and so it is today. My name is Jack Huntington. Im a Hunter. Its both my profession and passion. Im a profiler for the FBI by trade. My favorite prey are large criminals of all races and my favorite thing to do is having sex. Anal sex to be exact. Im an anal master and connoisseur. Just call me the Backdoor King. The front door is overrated if you ask me. There are so many pleasures and wonders in the back. Im an explorer of this seemingly forbidden passage. A scientist, if you will. These are my stories.
There are moments in life that define you, and this was one of them. I could feel the dogs slobber drip onto my back, its hot breath panting in my ear, its slippery cock jabbing wildly leaving wet trails across my ass. It was at that moment that I knew with every fibre of my being that I wanted to become a dog slut. As I felt the dogs movements become more frantic my mind flashed back to how I started this journey and it was hard to imagine it was less than a week ago.
Stefan Rani was a tall, good looking guy, with really blonde hair and Windex blue eyes. Unlike a lot of handsome dudes he wasn’t full of himself and didn’t consider himself God’s gift to women as some in his situation might do.
Music pulsates around us as we enter the decadent surroundings, the heavy base seems somehow at odds with the elegance of the setting. The scene is grand, yet slightly ostentatious, a sweeping staircase draws our eyes upwards to a balcony which affords a spectacular view of the foyer below. The chandelier, hanging in the centre of the ceiling, throws out rainbows as the light refracts through the glass, the chequered floor beneath our feet leads into a sophisticated lounge, where all around us masked party goers move to the DJs track, writhing and grinding to the rhythm. Theyre all well dressed, the invitation specified evening wear, men in sharp, tailored suits, women in gorgeous evening gowns; all are wearing striking masks of some kind to disguise their true selves. Suddenly I feel an incredible rush of excitement as we watch them dance with abandon. I know why theyre here. I know why were here. We silently snake our way to the bar and order drinks.
Her name was Melanie. Her beauty was legend. Men came from miles around just for the chance to bathe themselves in her graceful aura.
Vern was alone at home. He liked going through his memoirs every now and then. And he realised it had been a long time since he had recounted his kinks. He fired up his laptop & visited his private blog browsing it from the last few entries.
Miles Jeffries was furious and bent on revenge when he knocked on the door of apartment 354. The handsome young kick boxer was prepared to do real damage to the man who had stolen the heart of Nicola, his long time girlfriend.
Ohhhh, Billy! Oh Billy! Ooooohhh! Mmmmmm! Wait, I dont know if we should do this!
It was Saturday, alone. There was nothing going on but the sickening sight of Big Brother torturing 8 house mates over a glass of water or so it seemed. This intellectual exercise was going way over my head and I was in desperate need of something a little more down to earth. But what is more down to earth than a pizza and a porno flick? Ah, yes! But what… but what do I want on the pizza? Pineapple? Mushroom? Sweetcorn? HA! HA! Ill get all three – Pineapple! Mushroom! & Sweetcorn! Better yet, Ill get everything – the works!
Mark had worked in construction since he was a child. His father ran a construction company and Mark had been his helper as he grew up. After his father died, Mark went to work for himself. His mother died a few years after his father. He was in his mid 30s now and was on the road. He had lived in a town that had one major employer. The town had done well until the plant closed. One by one in a domino effect, stores closed. Jobs disappeared and the town folded up. There were more vacant building
A couple of days after my mind blowing experience with the hot lady from Wal-Mart, my wrist was getting sore from jerking off. I hadnt been able to hook up with my regular sex partners and the friends at Xhamster had been posting some hot vids so I was running out of tissue to wipe up the cum I was shooting. Everything from exciting rim job movies with gorgeous BBWs to deep penetrating strap-ons were being uploaded. I wasnt complaining, but I needed some real live action. The dry spell had to end and i figured that the best way to end it was to check out the local roller-derby league action. Those rough and tumble ladies were the kind that needed to blow off steam after a close game, and I was feeling a bit ready for some on my knees action. Being in charge is great, but sometimes I need to switch things up. So thats how I found myself in the stands right next to the action as thick women in shorts, legs pumping and voices screaming circled round and round. I watched their big, muscular asses, go round and round and breathed in their exotic sweat. I caught the eye of one tall redhead with big tits. I knew that if she unleashed those twin balloons from beneath her jersey that Id better watch out or Id have bruises on my face. I made a mental note to include hand signals in my safety regimen because if I were smothered by those breasts I would not be able to voice it. She caught my eye and we connected. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — …
Her name was Thea Yang. She was a very cute little
Ethans parents raised him to always treat others with respect. He took those lessons seriously, especially when it came to women. So he was in a bit of a dilemma when Megan starting screaming, Fuck me like a whore. Make me your whore!
Me, my friend and his sister were watching a movie in their living room. Their family is very rich and their house is enormous. They had a real home theater there and three sofas. My friend’s sofa was in the middle, her sister’s on left wall and mine on the right wall. We all had a shower earlier that night, separately, though. My friend had bathrobe, I had T-shirt and loosen pants and she had only a nightgown.
Im home, as always. Masturbating to my next door neighbors daughter. Shes got nice tits and booty. Shes white. I dont know or care how old she is, since Ill never meet her. But this one day shes locked out. Forgot her keys. Family out of the house. Other neighbors gone. She sees me on my porch. I pull my hand out of the hole in my sweat pocket.
I was young when we moved to New Jersey. I had a neighbor. An older gentlemen. I met him in our back yard. He was very friendly and we became good friends.
Tom has heard the tales of perpetual frustration at the hands of the virginal Miss Darling – a kindergarten teacher at the school where he teaches. Her heavenly gates, along with everything else, are off limits to all until marriage. Nevertheless, he puts forth his best effort in prying those gates open. Will he succeed where so many others have failed? Or will he be just another poor slob sacrificed on the alter of terminal disappointment? A good Christian sex story.